spoiler alert - WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE [[ part six. ]]

if i get just fifteen minutes i'm gonna stay myselfwelcome to insanity. we're fairly resigned to our fate here. be warned. from this point onwards prepare for a complete lack of morals. anyway welcome to ninja poet's third attempt at making a character topic. nothing new just yet but things are in the pipeline. ninja got bored.

✏Losing that feeling of feeling unique - - Full Name:Tobias Carter Allen // TobyAge/Birthday:09 // 02 [[15]]Gender:MaleGod Parent:Iris, goddess of rainbows. Claimed:YesMortal Family:Lance Allen - [[father - 39]]Kiara Allen - [[step-mother - 37]]Bonnie Allen - [[half-sister - 7]]Years in Camp:Zero. He’s just arrived.Brief History:Tobias Carter Allen { otherwise known as Toby to close friends } is the eldest child and only son of the not-so-known artist Lance Allen. As a young child, Toby’s head was filled with the same fairytale – esque story that his father used to tell him every night. Well, Toby thought it was a story. Every night after Tobias has washed all of the paint off his fingers, and Lance had hung up his apron, the little boy would get tucked up into his obviously old bed, with the highly – doodled upon wooden bed frame and request the same thing. "Daaaad? Can you tell me the story about the magic rainbow lady again?"If you haven’t guessed it, the “magic rainbow lady” as a four year old Toby called her, was actually Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and the story that Lance used to tell was that of how they met each other. Here’s how Lance told the story."Alright, Toby? Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. One day, about five years ago, there was a man. He lived on his own, in a little house in the countryside, far away from everyone else. He loved it here, and found it very pretty. In fact, the man repeatedly said that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like you and I, the man was an artist, and entertained himself by painting pictured of the various wildlife and flowers that he found out there. He didn’t care that it was out of society’s way. He liked being on his own. However, he sometimes got a bit lonely, and wished that, just for one night, someone else could stay with him, and simply chat with him for a while, laugh with him, make him feel like he belonged. Then, on one dark, rainy night, there was a knock on the door. The man was scared. He had watched too many horror movies to not know that people who lived far away from people generally got attacked on dark nights. But still, he was brave enough to go and answer the front door. He crept down the creaky wooden staircase, and unhooked the latch, opening the door. And there, right in front of him was. . . was a young woman, whom looked to be the same age as him. She was shaking from the cold, her dark hair dripping with rainwater. She told the man that she had been out walking with her friends when they got separated, and she lost them. The man took pity on her, and told her that she could stay for the night, and in the morning, he would drive her back to the closest town, where she could phone her friends. She agreed, and came into the house. Even though it was late, neither of them could sleep. The woman couldn’t because she was so cold, and the man couldn’t because he wanted to take good care of the woman whilst she was under his roof. They got to know each other over a hot cup of hot chocolate, and they soon became friends. More than friends. Daylight came around again, and neither of them had received much sleep, yet the man still kept to his promise, and drove his friend into town, where they shared their final goodbyes. The woman promised to send him a gift, something to remind him of her. Nine months later, the man was given a small baby boy, with a note attached to him. I said I would remind you of me. . . xx IrisThis was their child, and he still cherishes and loves that child right to this day."It might not seem to be your average night time story, but it kept Toby happy. As the years went by, Toby grew up to be a happy little boy, devoid of stress and anger, finding the sunshine in the darkest of situations. One example of this was when Toby had just turned eight. His father and step – mother had allowed him out of the house and into town on his own { I say on his own, I mean with other friends. Just lacking adult supervision } for the first time, and on the bus home was attacked by a “creepy old man in a mackintosh”. He wasn’t seriously harmed, and was merely left with a medium sized scar on his shoulder, but Toby still joked about how it would make him seem cooler in school. A year after the event in which he gained his scar, there was surprise within the family. A surprise with the name of Bonnie Allen, his newborn little sister. As soon as she was born, Toby took a liking to her, and has always loved her with all of his heart. It kills him inside that he can’t watch her grow up and be a proper big brother. Life hasn’t been tough on Toby, and the only reason that he actually came to Camp Half Blood was because he was claimed by his mother, Iris. His father told him all there was to know about what this entailed, and the dangers it could cause for his family. So Toby asked if he could go to Camp. He didn’t want his family to be hurt, especially not Bonnie. Physical Appearance:Before I start to go into detail about his hair, eyes, height, etc etc, I want to tell you a little bit about his skin in general. One thing most people notice about Tobias straight away is the fact that most of his pale skin is covered in brightly coloured permanent marker. Toby loves to doodle, especially on himself, and most of the top half of his body is covered in pen of some sort, unless after a shower. His hair is styled so that it is long, with a side fringe that swoops to the left hand side. It is a glossy black, and his fringe’s tips are occasionally dyed either neon yellow or purple. His eyes are a bright blue, and always seem to be scouting out things to draw or photograph. He is quite small for his age, only standing at 5’6”, and is rather sensitive about his height. His dress sense is fairly simple. Jeans, t-shirts, nothing over the top. He only wears two pieces of jewellery – a wooden necklace around his neck and a couple of woven wristbandy things on his arms. Personality:Tobias is a subdued kind of person, who always seems to be in the background, happy to agree with other people and go along with other people’s plans, but never contributing anything himself. Being raised away from society, Camp Half blood is the largest amount of people he’s ever encountered, as even his old schools were fairly small, with only about twenty per class. He is also very shy, and would rather be on his own somewhere painting than hanging around with a big group of people. However, if he meets someone whom he thinks is special, and befriends them, he will protect them with his life. Because Toby’s loyal like that. I wish I could say the same about his fears, that he was as fearless as he was loyal. But no, Toby has a lot of fears. He’s afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of guns, afraid of snakes, afraid of fire, afraid of thieves. . . And that’s just to name a few. Whilst he is afraid, he is brave too, as he manages to face most of his fears every single day. Except for one – his fear of heights.Fatal Flaw:Toby has multiple flaws. For starters, he’s afraid of pretty much everything except rainbows and cats. But that can’t be his flaw, can it? It wouldn’t probably bring him to a situation including impending doom. Another one of Toby’s flaws {and this is the main one} is that he can sometimes be over – trusting, or too loyal. He doesn’t know who to trust, so trusts everyone, even those who he shouldn’t.Pets:He has a tabby cat called “Kanga”Talents:ⱷ He is skilled at drawing / photography.ⱷ He can create miniature rainbows, if given the right conditions. Weapons:The only weapon Toby has at the moment is the standard camp sword. Year-Round or Summer:Year – round.

✏And the violence caused such silence - - Full Name:Lykos Amadeus Krastov - LyleAge/Birthday:09 // 04 [[17]]Gender:MaleGod Parent: Serapis; Multicultural God of Healing.Claimed:No.Mortal Family: Sophia Ammaretta Capilaski nee Krastov – [[Mother ; 43 ]]Aleksy Dominov Capilaski – [[Step-Father ; 47]]Stephan Nathaniel Capilaski – [[Step-Brother ; 18]]Years in Camp:Two ; joined camp on the 14 // 11 // 2010Brief History: Born in Gdola, Poland, Lykos Amadeus Krastov was the first and only child of Sophia Krastov and Serapis, multicultural god of healing. Before becoming a mother, she worked as a nurse in her local hospital. The pay may have been poor, and the conditions squalid, but she loved what she did, and in her local hospital. The pay may have been poor, and the conditions squalid, but she loved what she did, and only cared about improving the service given to her patients, as well as the hygienic qualities of her home away from home. Every night before she went to bed, she would pray to her God for guidance through her self-appointed task, although these pleads fell upon empty ears. However, someone did hear her. Serapis, the multicultural god of healing heard her prayers, and was touched by her devotion. So touched, that he decided to pay her a visit. Upon meeting the god, whom she adored for having a similar passion to her, she quickly became infatuated with him, and infatuation led to love, which lead onto... other things, the overall result being little Lykos Amadeus Krastov.From the moment he was born, he was adored by his mother, and was raised under her caring hand. He was pretty much raised in the hospital, with his mother being too poor to hire a childminder, therefore having to bring him to work with her. From an early age, he showed almost as much passion as his mother, adapting quickly to his environment, not happy to just sit in the crèche, but often assisting the nurses with minor tasks, such as sorting out the medicine cabinets and fetching gauze, etc. This is how most of his childhood was spent – if he wasn’t at school, he was helping his mother. If he wasn’t helping his mother, he was sleeping. And thus, the cycle continued until he was fourteen years old, and Aleksy Capilasky stepped into his mother’s life. A charming man a couple years senior to Sophia, he and Lyle shared a common step-father/step-son relationship; they co-inhabited, worked around each other, survived in the same environment, but never felt anything more than a neutral acquaintance with his mother’s lover. They didn’t hate nor love each other. To Lykos, he was simply . . . there. He lived with his mother, made her happy. He could deal with that.What he couldn’t deal with though, was his new step-brother, Stephan. A year older than Lyle, Stephan held such a blatant disgust for the younger boy that he went out of his way to drive pain into the boy’s life. However, Lyle fought back, albeit a little too strong. Needless to say, Sophia wasn’t happy when both of her sons showed up at her workplace covered in blood, with two broken noses, several broken bones and a chipped tooth between them. They always claimed that it was caused by a game of rugby gone wrong, but it couldn’t have been farther from the truth. They had gotten so blindly angry at each other, that they let go completely and just broke out in a full on brawl. Lyle found that he seemed to heal much faster than Stephan, and upon asking his mother, she finally told him about the fact that he was a greek demi-god, and that his father was a god. She didn’t mention which god however – she maintained that he must find that for himself. Lykos was certain that he would, and a year later [[after scraping together the money for a flight to New York]] he arrived at the special camp his mother told him about, Camp Half Blood. He liked it here, settling down in Cabin 11 with all the other unclaimed demi-gods. Just like at home, he spent most of his time in the infirmary, thankful for the other people who shared his skill set. Whilst missing Poland, he prefers his new settings, even if the language is slightly confusing and stupid.

Physical Appearance:"Well, I’m five foot seven inches of pure sexiness, if that’s what you mean. Nahh, all joking aside, if I had to describe how I looked, I would say that I’m average looking. I mean, I have my flaws, like my slightly crooked nose from where it was broken by my brother during a game of rugby when we were fourteen, and my overly-wonky teeth. Yeah, that should count for something towards my awesomeness. Uhh, onto boring details now. My eyes are blue, nothing too special about them. My mum always thought they’d fade, to become grey like my granddad’s, but they didn’t. I’m sort of glad they stayed their cornflower blue; not often you get someone with brown hair and blue eyes. Or is it often? I dunno, not a genealogy expert. My hair, as I said before, is naturally a light-ish brown, but I dyed it a couple of years ago. It’s now a bright red, depending on how clean it is. It’s fairly long, and back when I lived at home, mum shouted at me a lot for not getting it cut short. She loved it really though, deep down inside her. Well, really deep down inside her. Hell, dig as deep as the mines of Moria, and you’ll find some appreciation for her son’s awesome hair. I’ve already mentioned my height, haven’t I? Well, only other thing to mention is that I’m fairly lean, and my skin is pale, probably from living in Poland for a fair few years, where there’s less to no sun. Of course, my spending the sunny days inside with nothing else to keep me company other than a medical dictionary or the company of other nurses probably didn't help either."Personality: Lykos is a subdued kind of person, who always seems to be in the background, happy to agree with other people and go along with other people’s plans, but never contributing anything himself. Being raised away from society, Camp Half Blood is the largest amount of people he’s ever encountered, as even his old schools were fairly small, with only about twenty per class. He is also very shy, and would rather be on his own somewhere painting than hanging around with a big group of people. However, if he meets someone whom he thinks is special, and befriends them, he will protect them with his life. Because Lyle’s loyal like that. I wish I could say the same about his fears, that he was as fearless as he was loyal. But no, Lykos has a lot of fears. He’s afraid of the loneliness, afraid of thunder, afraid of guns, afraid of snakes, afraid of fire, afraid of thieves. . . And that’s just to name a few. Whilst he is afraid, he is brave too, as he manages to face most of his fears every single day. Except for one – his fear of the dark. Despite not being a child of Athena, Lyle isn’t half bad at being smart, and, despite his dyslexia, he does enjoy reading and writing. He can’t stick science, and would rather leave the unknown to be unknown. He has a strong faith in both the Greek gods and the Catholic God, and visits an off-campus church whenever he gets the chance. He tries to smile as much as he can, as if to give off an illusion of happiness, even though it’s a lie. Nor does he cry or get angry, to keep up said facade. One thing that can be noted about Lykos’s personality is that once he becomes friends [[or more than that *wink wink* ]] with somebody, he will become devoted to them. If they need something doing, he’ll do it, even if it’s illegal in several countries. However, even if he is very loyal, his loyalties often lead him to become jealous, whether it’s when someone else is speaking to his devotee, or if he simply wants to be more like them. Another thing to note is his positive outlook on life – he always tries to look on the bright side and never lets anything get him down. He is also very caring, and always likes to help out at the Infirmary, using his healing skills to do what he does best – better the lives of other people.Fatal Flaw:Lykos gives into peer pressure way too easily, and, despite his intelligence, is highly gullible, falling for the simplest of tricks.Pets:Lykos has a pet ferret called Goffik whom he adores dearly.Talents:Lykos has a wide array of talents. Obviously, he is gifted in healing people and can instantaneously know from looking at a medicine what it is used for, and how it is used. He is also highly knowledgeable in the art of biology and can heal himself quicker than other people.Weapons:Whilst not believing in violence, Lyle still is the owner of a bow and arrow, in case of emergencies. Year-Round or Summer:Year-Round

Name: Francesca Haruka CarterAge/Birthday:16[[ 06 :: 09 ]]Gender:Female.God Parent:KhioneClaimed:YesMortal Family:Aleksy Carter [[ father ]]Declan O’Donnaghue [[ adopted father ]] Mary O’Donnaghue [[ adopted mother ]] Years in Camp:2Brief History:Born and raised in Russia, Aleksy was no stranger to cold, beautiful women. But he never fell for one harder than he fell for Khione, greek goddess of snow. From the first moment he saw her, he was mesmerised by her coldness and the way she almost blended into the snowy backdrop of his homeland. Her eyes were what caught his attention the most – almost the exact same colour as icicles, and twice as frosty. One look in them, and he was stuck in a trance, one he could never break free of until either his mother slapped him hard across the face whilst yelling at him to get back to peeling vegetables, or his father allowed him to ride in his combine harvester on the farm. If there was one thing that Aleksy loved more than Khione’s eyes, it was machinery. In fact, he could often be found saying the words “without heart, we would be mere machines.” It was almost like his little catchphrase. One fine day [[well, as fine as you can get within the snowy borders of Russia]] Aleksy was shopping with his mother in their local marketplace when he quite literally bumped into Khione, sending her basket of goods flying onto the cobbled pavement underneath them. After apologizing profusely, he offered to make up for the tumble in the only way he knew fit – taking her out for dinner. She accepted his proposition, and he was ecstatic. The date was set for two weeks from that day, and Aleksy found himself counting down every millisecond until he could see her at the restaurant. He was like a man obsessed ; not even the promise of a ride in his father’s combine harvester could break his trance this time, until the actual day of the date itself. Then, the nerves broke through. Aleksy was so nervous, that instead of saying hello, he said something along the lines of “father, please get off the potatoes.” Luckily for him, she understood how nervous he was and laughed it off, passing it off as a joke. All in all, the date went okay, and Khione agreed to meet him for a second time a few days later. The second turned into a third, the third into a fourth, the fourth into a fifth. On the sixth date, Aleksy finally got the hint, and took her back to his apartment [[yes, Mr.Iloveridingmyfather’scombineharvester did actually own his own house and live there.]] where Khione finally managed to seduce Aleksy into his bed. The next morning, Aleksy expected them to wake up side by side and partake in some loving cuddling. But Khione had other plans – in fact, she was already dressed, and about to leave. When confronted, she simply replied with “I’m sorry, Aleksy, but we can’t go on like this. I have to go.” Aleksy was distraught, and even more so when, nine months later, a small bundle of sheets containing a little baby girl appeared on his doorstep. For the first couple of years of her life, Francesca was raised in neglect. Her father didn’t want her, as she reminded him too much of Khione, therefore he didn’t look after her, often abandoning her in her crib whilst he went to drink away his troubles. Of course, he did occasionally have kind days in which he would bother to feed her and change her diaper, but otherwise she was just a disturbance to him. On her third birthday, Aleksy took her over to the local orphanage, where he left her. He just didn’t want to know anymore. Francesca lived in the orphanage for eleven years, alongside many other children. She never considered them as her family – they didn’t usually stay around long enough for her to get to know them, but they were a pretty good group of people, especially Mrs. Svent. Mrs. Svent was the owner of the orphanage, and the sole provider for the children. It was her whom taught Francesca all she needed to know – from her seven times table to the alphabet; from how to talk to people to how to act towards people. If Francesca could call anyone at the orphanage family, it would be Mrs. Svent. Alas, all good things come to an end. Just after her fourteenth birthday, a couple of rich Americans paid a visit to the orphanage in search of some “poor Russian child” who’s life they could make infinitely better. Looking for someone quiet and clever, the two Americans [[namely Declan and Mary O’Donnaghue]] instantly fell in love with Francesca, whom was sat in a corner quietly reading a novel. Without even speaking or consulting her, the adoption papers were signed, and Francesca was shipped off to a scary new world known as America. She went to live with the two in their house, situated in new York, and she struggled to fit in at all. It was lucky on her part that she only managed to stay there for two weeks; at the beginning of week three she was attacked by an empousa. When she informed Declan and Mary, they sent her away to a special camp recommended to them by a friend. Physical Appearance:Like most Khione children, her hair is pale, [[blonde, to be exact]] and curls down in waves, ending at the base of her neck. Her eyes, however, she inherits from her father, and they are a light hazel colour, the perfect mix of chocolate brown and emerald green. Those are the only things she thanks her father for – her eyes. Her skin is pale, from not going outside an awful lot, and being the daughter of the goddess of snow, and her height stands at 5’8”. She is unlikely to grow any more. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and often avert to the ground through shyness, and a smile is not often seen on her face. Nor is a frown; she just keeps her expression neutral. In terms of fashion, she simply wears pastel-coloured skinny jeans, her favourite being a light purple pair, paired with a bright orange Camp Half Blood T-Shirt, which she has heavily covered with doodles and quotes, her favourite one being across her chest – “I don’t speak hipster gibberish.” On her feet are usually either plain sneakers or trainers, depending on her mood, and she almost always carries around a plain black windbreaker, just in case. You never knew when it was going to snow.Personality:Quiet and subdued, Francesca does not care for social interaction and much prefers to simply be alone in a corner with a book. However, this doesn’t mean she’s shy, quite the opposite. She will happily talk to someone if they decide to talk to her, but will not go out of her way to talk to somebody, no matter how special they seem to her. That is, unless she knows them incredibly well. Like her mother, Francesca can be extremely mean and cold-hearted, and doesn’t care much for apologies. Despite not being a child of Athena, Francesca isn’t half bad at being smart, and, despite her dyslexia, she does enjoy reading and writing. She can’t stick science, and would rather leave the unknown to be unknown. She has a strong faith in both the greek gods and the catholic God, and visits an off-campus church whenever she gets the chance. She doesn’t smile or laugh often, nor does she cry or get angry. She just stays emotionless, often on the outside and the inside. In terms of music, she doesn’t like any type, except for Mika, whom she has a soft-spot for. She pretty much likes any type of literature, from classical to romance and everything in between, so if you want to find her, look in the library- it’s kind of her second home apart from the Khione cabin. Fatal Flaw:Francesca has multiple flaws. One of those is that she has an incredibly low level of self-esteem, and doesn’t believe she’ll ever succeed in anything, no matter whatever anyone says to her. Another thing is that she cannot make decisions whatsoever, and is incredibly indecisive despite having ADHD. A third one is that she can sometimes get a little bit carried away with whatever she is doing, and can alienate herself from people incredibly easily.Pets:Francesca has a white cat called Kyrin which stays with her wherever she goes.Talents:✦ She can freeze water with a touch.✦She can make a room drop in temperature, although it takes a lot of her energy.✦If she gets really angry at someone, she turns her anger into snow, and naturally makes a small cloud over their head which continues to flurry down on the victim until she gets too tired or the anger wears off. Whichever comes first.Weapons:Francesca’s sword is a standard celestial bronze sword, except for the personalization on the handle; she’s painted it white to look like snow. She has a holster for the sword which she wears as a belt around her waist, which she has also personalized by doodling snowflakes onto it.Year-Round or Summer:Year-RoundOther:Despite being generally nerdy, she does have an artistic side and likes to personalize everything that she owns.

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Name:Evelyn Liliya HansAge/Birthday:15[[ 26 // 12 ]] Gender:Female. God Parent: Poseidon, god of the sea, earthquakes and horses. Claimed:No. Mortal Family: Cassandra Rawrden {nee. Hans} [[ mother ; deceased ]]Aiden Hans [[ grandfather ]]Elliot Rawrden [[ step – father ]]Jovan Rawrden [[ half – brother ; 14 ]]Lucas Rawrden [[ half – brother ; 12 ]]Elliot Rawrden Jr. [[ step – brother ; 17 ]] Years in Camp:1 ½ years spent in camp. Brief History: Cassandra Hans was only 19 when she first met the future father of her eldest daughter, Evelyn. The only child of a rich English gentleman, Cassandra was fresh into university and looking for a taste of the wild life. Raised away from civilisation by an over-protective dad, Uni was the first place where Cassandra had ever been given control of her own life, and she was hell-bent on abusing this freedom as much as possible. Endless counts of parties and men occupied her time, whilst her studies were pushed into the background. When her father found out about his daughter’s luxurious ways, he threatened to withdraw her much-coveted freedom. In order to maintain her rights, she must focus solely on her work. Fair play to her, she did manage to keep up with her studies after the threat, until just before the end of her second year. This is where our Poseidon comes in. When they first met at an on-campus coffee shop, Cassandra couldn’t help but be captivated by his sea-green eyes; eyes that forced her to forget about her father’s threat. She only had one goal now – to seduce this mystery man. In order to do this, her studies were once again forgotten, and her goal was quickly achieved at a party no less than a week later. A successful mission, in her opinion. At least, it was successful until her father heard about her behaviour from one of her tutors. Cassandra was withdrawn from University immediately, and taken back to her father’s estate in the secluded British countryside, to be hidden away from civilisation until Aiden Hans could find a suitable man for her to marry. Yes, it was old fashioned and behind the times, but this is an elderly man high up in the English hierarchy. His daughter must have a suitable husband if she was going to provide children of a high enough standard to carry on the Hans genes. During the time that Cassandra was locked inside the grounds of the Hans estate, she noticed strange things begin to happen to her body. First, she began to throw up, especially in the mornings. Then, she started to swell, mainly in the stomach area. It didn’t take a scientific genius to work out that Cassandra Hans was with child. Aiden was horrified – his only child impregnated with an illegitimate child. No man would ever want to marry her now. No respectable man, anyway. That’s where the Rawrden family come in. Elliot Rawrden was the youngest son of the ancient Rawrden line, and he too, was left with an illegitimate child. Although it wasn’t as bad to find a wife for a man with a child, it was still rather difficult, so when they heard of Aiden Hans’ problem, they snapped up Cassandra straight away. Cassandra was happy with Elliot, the Hans were happy with the Rawrdens, and the world seemed completely at peace. That is, until the child came. Evelyn Liliya Hans was born on the 27th of December, and was named after her grandmother. Aiden wasn’t very happy with this – an illegitimate child named after his own wife? The shame! Her mother, however, instantaneously fell in love with the small child in her arms, despite the birth almost killing both of them. Cassandra married Elliot Rawrden a month later, wanting them to be a whole family as soon as possible. Things were going perfect – the marriage hadn’t fallen apart in the first few months, Elliot Jr. was adapting well to having a mother, and Cassandra was pregnant with her second child – a son born almost exactly a year after Evelyn named Jovan. Add on another two years and you’ll find that the family of four expanded to a family of five, with Elliot and Cassandra’s second child [[ Lucas ]] being born sometime in late March. Unfortunately, Cassandra has never fully recovered from Evelyn’s tricky birth, never mind Jovan’s. After a third within the last three years, Cassandra didn’t last long. She was dead within a month. Elliot was devastated. Cassandra was his world, and to lose her so early in their marriage was a disaster. Because of this, Elliot chose not to resent his three sons, but to resent his step – daughter instead. Although she was only four at the time, Evelyn was cruelly treated by her step – father : she was being abused both mentally and physically over a course of the next two years. Such a strange thing for someone to do, hurt a toddler, yet it happens. It was only when she was six that someone actually came to the rescue. Someone in the form of her older step – brother, Elliot Jr. Elliot had been observing how his father was acting towards Evelyn, but didn’t know that it was wrong until he was eight years old. Once he realised that it was a horrible thing to be doing [[ especially to a small child ]] Elliot Jr. Informed his step-grandfather of it happening. Now, you might have gathered that Aiden Hans didn’t exactly like Evelyn. However, family is family, and once Aiden was informed of the occurrences, he swept right in and saved the day, taking Evelyn Hans off Elliot’s hands. One look at little Evelyn, with her cuts and bruises, and Aiden was reminded of his daughter, Cassandra. His dead daughter. His hatred turned to love, and he was resolved to give the girl the best life she could be given.Aiden had learned from his mistakes. Evelyn wouldn’t turn out like Cassandra; she would be a lady. A princess. She would be prim and proper, and have everything she would require and desire. He would let her be as free as possible, and not restrict her in early life. Evelyn was a spoilt, rotten child, who was convinced the world revolved around her perfect world on the Hans estate. She could go outside if she wanted, but chose not to. Why go out where you had to share things with people? Why not stay cooped up in your perfect world. However, once she reached the age of eleven, Aiden made her promise one thing – she would venture outside the walls of their Estate and see the real world. In order to do this, she was required to start the local high school in Wilmingham. It was an all-girls school, but at least she was socializing with other people, and not just herself. In all honesty, Evelyn loved being around other people. She loved having something to do with her time, and loved chatting with all the other girls about normal things like pop stars and make up. However, she couldn’t help but come off as snotty. She’d lived most of her life in complete bliss, with everything she could have wanted underneath her fingertips. Evelyn was unaware of other people and their sufferings, so most of the other girls couldn’t empathize with her, or wanted to hang out with her. There were two though; Annabetta and Jutta, German exchange students who had also lived in the lap of luxury for most of their lives. Or so they had told Evelyn. In truth, they were Satyrs, sent to the school to discover any hidden demigods and take them back to Camp Half Blood. They had sensed something about Evelyn, and were here to investigate. She had shown signs of being a demigod, such as ADHD and dyslexia, but had no visible powers or talents. She was good at swimming, but then again, so were many people. It was only in their third year at Wilmingham when Jutta and Annabetta figured out the truth about Evelyn. The girl was fourteen, and still as snobby as ever. She was walking into town with the girls, to go on a “much – needed” shopping trip, when Evelyn was attacked by a monster. Evelyn doesn’t remember exactly what monster attacked her, but it sure was scary, with sharp claws. Thankfully, her two satyr friends were there with her when it happened, otherwise she wouldn’t have survived. The two girls fought off the monster, whilst Evelyn lay petrified on the floor. Thankfully [[for some]] Evelyn wasn’t that badly hurt, and was only left with a couple of facial scars and an unrepayable debt to Jutta and Annabetta. Evelyn, for once, was truly humbled, and asked the girls how she could ever repay them. The two girls exchanged glances, conversing with their eyes rather than their mouths, before coming up with a final demand. “Evelyn Liliya Hans, take us to your grandfather. The only thing you can do to repay us, is to come with us to a special place. You’re different, Evelyn. You need to go to a place for different people.” Evelyn was confused. Different? Hadn’t she always been the same as everyone else? She had no special power, or talent. The only thing that made her special was her money. Evelyn did as they asked, taking them both to the Hans estate as quick as possible. The girls [[who turned out to be half-goat]] explained all about Camp Half – Blood to Aiden, about how it was a place for demigods, children of the Greek deities. Nodding in agreement, Aiden concurred that Evelyn should be accompanied by the girls to New York. Anything for her safety. Physical Appearance: If you were to compare Poseidon’s features and Evelyn’s, you would never have guessed that they were related full stop, never mind father and daughter. The only thing that would connect the two would be Evelyn’s eyes – wide pools of swirling colour, blues and greens and greys clashing together, just like the sea. That’s where the similarities end, appearance wise. Evelyn takes after her mother in every other way, with the exact same skin tone of a pale nature, and the exact same small, lithe, pixie – like build. Evelyn’s hair is the same mix of copper and blonde highlights, that technically should fall over her shoulders in gentle waves, if not for Evelyn’s strict beauty regime which includes her painstakingly straightening her hair so that it’s as straight as an 180 degree angle. Her facial features are similar to her mother’s too, with her wide eyes, small nose and pouted lips. There are a couple of flaws on her skin, such as a long, white scar that trails down the right side of her face from her attack, and a splatter of freckles dotted over her nose and forearms. In terms of dress sense, Evelyn likes to dress in an understated manner [[surprisingly]] , usually heading towards floral patterns and block colour. She likes to wear dresses, but the hemline never comes above the thigh, or below the knee. “If you have something to show, then show it, but some things MUST be hidden.” If she ever wears jeans, then they’ll be skinny ones, in a range of blues and purples, but never darker than navy. It’ll be a rare occasion when you find her in a t-shirt, usually choosing to wear blouses. Around her wrists are the same bangles that she never removes, both being her mother’s from when she was alive. Personality: First of all, I’ll just point out the blindingly obvious, and say that Evelyn comes off as incredibly snobby. She seems to look down on people who are less fortunate than her, and is incredibly self-centered. The earth doesn’t revolve around the sun; it revolves around her and the people she thinks are important. She does mean well, and is incredibly protective of her loved ones, even if it means being incredibly mean to those who aren’t loved by her. Evelyn has an amazing capacity when it comes to holding grudges. In fact, I do believe that she still hasn’t gotten over the time when she was seven and one of the nannies brushed her hair a little TOO roughly. Although she can hold a grudge for almost forever, Evelyn rarely seeks revenge, especially of the violent nature, although she enjoys sparring for competitive reasons. Evelyn doesn’t have too many brains. Whilst she has an amazing knowledge of the sea and all it’s wildlife, that’s about where her intelligence ends. Fatal Flaw:Evelyn has multiple flaws; she is self-centered, holds grudges for too long, and is highly unintelligent. Anything else need to be said?Pets:Evelyn has a Shetland pony back at her grandfather’s estate called “Tyril”.Talents:♛ Temperature Control; She control her body temperature by messing with the liquids in her body that help control it. Cold winter nights are no problem for our Evelyn. ♛Water Control; She can control water, for short periods of time. The longer she does it, the more tired she becomes.♛ Ground Control; Evelyn can sense when earthquakes are nearby, and is working on being able to create mini ones herself, although she can barely manage a tremor at the moment. Weapons:Evelyn has two celestial bronze daggers, which are concealed beneath whatever shirt she’s wearing, and suspended in a belt slung loosely around her hips. She also has a standard camp sword. Year-Round or Summer:Year – Round; She spends the summer with her grandfather in England though. Other:FINISHED. ;-;

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